Freedom

Today, my country is wailing But I’m walking My tiptoes may know otherwise A complete rest forever Let it not know if It was carrying an epistle Strengthening within every pace No rut this land could trace…
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If only I could see, see the world in total darkness It may seem colorless; but will have the color of total freedom. Freedom to be what you really want to be, Without the fear of observing eyes; haunting every move of yours…
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That guilt reeking dusk he gulps, with some smouldering sighs His abrased chisel seethes, dungeon door writhed  He (the sculptor) cherished her nudgy prayers for a few morsels  She, a mute urchin, mutilated again, by those heinous…
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